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Chapter four hundred and sixtieth,

Fang Fang blushed and picked vegetables silently. She thought that after Zhao Qingshan paid off the boss's money, changed to a better job, and went home often when he had time, maybe they would have time to date? Anyway, as long as Zhao Qingshan pursues her, she will silently accept him.

In the seventh space of the dry ring, Lan Feiyang was trying to learn to fly. The clouds were thick and the wind was strong. Lan Feiyang knew that a thunderstorm was coming, so he flew back. But soon, the heavy rain amidst lightning and thunder came pouring down, The trees were forced down by the strong wind and lowered their heads. They tried to struggle, but were immediately held down by the strong wind. They could only bend to the east and continue to fight. Therefore, the layers of forest were like the waves of the sea. Lan Feiyang was in this strong wind. In the thunderstorm, Yu Jian quickly rushed towards the cave where he usually rested.

Suddenly, he saw a little girl struggling and crying in the thunderstorm. He didn't know whether she came out alone and encountered the thunderstorm, or was left behind by her companions. Anyway, she was crying alone in the thunderstorm. Lan Feiyang saw her accidentally falling She fell down, and a large section of branches above her head that had been broken by the strong wind crashed down. Seeing that they were about to hit her, she subconsciously waved her hand and swept away the big tree for her. The panic-stricken girl raised her head in tears. With his big hazy eyes, he saw a person flying in the sky amid the lightning and thunder, shining brightly against the background of the lightning, and he cried out: "God, save me!"

Lan Feiyang, who was already moved by compassion, immediately rushed down to pick her up, and then took her small and soft body back to the cave on the cliff where he settled. "Is this your home?" She hugged his neck tightly. The little girl took a look at the cave that Lan Feiyang had expanded a lot with manpower. In the cave, Lan Feiyang made a stone bench and bed by himself, and spread animal skins on the stone bed. The time flow rate here is 1:200, in reality One night here lasts for more than a hundred days. Even if he takes the time to practice hard, he still has to rest for a few hours late every night, so a bed to sleep on is essential. "Yes." Lan Feiyang nodded. Putting the little girl down, she skillfully lit the firewood to bake the wet clothes and boil some water to drink.

"What kind of god are you in charge of? The God of Thunder?" A very delicate little girl about ten years old looked up at him timidly and asked. "No." Lan Feiyang shook his head with a smile, "I am a You are practicing and want to become an immortal." "Oh." The little girl looked him up and down, "You are still very young, just like a big brother. Don't you have enough magic power? Then your master is an immortal, right?" [

"My master?" Lan Feiyang added firewood to the pile of firewood, curled his lips, and nodded, "Well, my master is a god." The old boy was close to becoming an immortal. Although he had not yet become a god, he was already an immortal. So he said vaguely, "Then where is your master?" the little girl asked with her little head outside, her eyes full of longing little stars.

"My master is not here." Lan Feiyang filled a stone jar with a pot of water and set it on the fire to burn. "Is he in the sky?" The little girl reached out of the cave with her hands, "It is the sky above the clouds. ." "Don't ask. You can't see him." Lan Feiyang clapped his hands, "When the rain stops, I will take you down the mountain."

"No." The little girl tilted her head stubbornly, "I came out to find the gods. I won't go back until I see the gods!"

After the girl had eaten enough and fell sleepily, Lan Feiyang picked her up and sent her back to the foot of the mountain dozens of miles away, to a cave entrance in an ancient tribe, and then quietly went away to continue practicing. "A bold, full of A little girl with strange thoughts." How brave she is to dare to go out across the mountains alone to find the gods!


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